Hooked And Fantasized
When did the playing of,
Jeopardy.
Truth Or Consequences.
And Wheel Of Fortune...
Become more seriously played,
Than the game of politics?
And 'that' game has effected,
The Days Of Our Lives...
Far greater than any soap opera,
Created...
To keep us all hooked and fantasized,
As if addicted with wishes to remain delusioned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Play Entirely By Yourself
You've created a game you play entirely by yourself.
Is this something done consciously?
Is this a game played with me you believe I can't see?
You've created a game you play entirely by yourself.
At first I thought you were sincere and honest.
I did not suspect you to be,
Someone who played with others emotionally.
I did not detect this from you at all.
Until you would say disrespectful things,
When I would think of you and place a telephone call.
I did not suspect you to be,
Insensitive and distant when you chose to be.
And had no regard for the feelings of others...
Until I caught you embellishing,
Something you did for someone claimed...
When I was the one who did it,
And you didn't mention me by name.
You've created a game you play entirely by yourself.
Is this something done consciously?
Is this a game played with me you believe I can't see?
Or is it that you are that experienced,
And the game you play and have created...
Only to you when implemented makes sense.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Evil Against The Good
The game unquestionably harsh
Started the day we were born
Out of me God created the best
Out of me evil wants
To recreate the worst
An infant between life and death
Not yet time to escape by losing breath
The game just began for the young one
The game unquestionably harsh
Dark streets and rough childhood
Experience of an adverse neighborhood
Got him trapped under the belly of the beast
Evil encounters sinking in the young head
Thoughts of the good lad decaying
The game heading for the climax
The game unquestionably harsh
Thought I would be good forever
Evil troops changed me for a sinner
Got addicted to the harmful world
Young days of ours full of madness
Got my own demons and so fearless
The game has ambushed us under stress
The game unquestionably harsh
Work of the young man is to daydream
Run the best imaginary world as possible
Managing mind tries the impossible
Fantasy world will never be reality
Perhaps the dream just a prophesy
The game plays tricks in the young mind
The game unquestionably harsh
It is play on the day we are born
Even before us it was playing
As we see more days we get played
Evil rules the planet earth
Good rules the purest heaven
The game is on until the end of times.
***The Book of End of Times
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Addicted And Hooked On Propaganda
A game no differently played,
Than any other sporting event.
Hyped are likes and dislikes.
With money spent to declare which team,
Has the better defense...
With a quarterback who can throw a ball,
Or a pitcher who produces...
A pitch that strikes out a batter.
Or a runner who scores without getting hit.
It's all a game of politics!
With high fees to pay on overpriced tickets.
And on each side the speeches all sound great.
As those who advertise, salivate and wait...
To see which candidate appeases the taste,
Of those who are addicted and hooked on propaganda!
Spending billions of funds...
That could have housed, fed and clothed everyone.
Moving forward with less change heard to jingle...
All who will be taxed can believe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Same Games Played
Game players become hooked,
Until mesmerized...
To the playing of a game,
That remains the same unchanged.
It's much like the learning children do,
Of the letters in the alphabet.
Each letter is assigned something fixed,
And simplistic that sticks in their heads.
Once a game is remembered,
It doesn't matter who plays it.
But those who have chosen,
These games to play are not aware...
The testing of them occured long before,
They were born to realize...
Those same games played were always there!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lame Game
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
It's all the same...
A lame game!
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
And the game
Being played...
Is so lame!
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
It's all the same.
A lame game!
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame,
And the game being played
By the players who play...
Is so tired and lame anyway!
And lame it will stay everyday!
'Cause they 'got no' shame
To play such tired games
Knowing it's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
And the game stays the same
'Cause no one wants to change
From a game that is lame..
And each day that lame game,
Stays the same!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Their Way Of Playing
The games people create amongst themselves to play,
To solicit with an attraction done...
To get others interested no matter who qualifies,
Eventually bores and ruins the integrity of the game.
Especially when those who are controlling of it,
Aren't competent enough...
To stay on top of what sustains the excitement,
Of the ones who have become disillusioned...
By the same game played,
That even children have come to master.
And yet those caught up in it...
Habitually addicted persist to say,
Their way of playing...
Is the only way and is the best.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Right To Say What Is Unfair
If someone introduces a game to play,
It becomes their game to play.
And if one is seduced to play along,
They have no right to say what is unfair.
With a benefit there to correct and protect them.
And if there is going to be any changing of rules,
The creator of the game introduced will win.
In some circles this is called common sense.
If someone introduces a game to play,
It becomes their game to play.
And the playing of it will be to their benefit that's it.
Since the game of choice introduced to seduce,
Was not implemented...
For the creator of it to lose.
It is very rare one chooses to introduce a game,
To have it played for the purpose of their losing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Backward Move These Minds
Sad are those who have isolated themselves,
With beliefs that religion and politics do not mix.
When conflicts fought are because of this.
Sad are those symbolized by myths!
Fixed and tied with lives centered upon it!
And refusing to see beyond their self destructiveness.
Backward move these minds and behind the times.
Like a knocked eightball that drops...
To stop a game that's played.
By someone who has been mocked...
But comes to shock without delay.
Backward move these minds and behind the times.
With wishes to have a game prolonged and sustained.
Sad are those symbolized by myths!
Fixed and tied with lives centered upon it!
And refusing to see beyond their self destructiveness.
Sad are those who have isolated themselves,
With beliefs that religion and politics do not mix.
When conflicts fought are because of this.
Backward move these minds and behind the times.
Like a knocked eightball that drops...
To stop a game that's played.
By someone who has been mocked...
But comes to shock without delay.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A gamer playing finds another way
A gamer playing doesn't change.
A gamer playing finds another way,
To ensure a familiar game played...
Is perfected to those unsuspecting it.
One trained to charm,
Only becomes accustomed...
To using the same devices.
Shown early that whatever works...
Delivers to satisfy with desired 'perks'.
To please with the releasing of sighs,
At the expense of one duped...
With tears to drip as the gamer delights.
A gamer playing doesn't change.
A gamer playing finds another way,
To ensure a familiar game played...
Is perfected to those unsuspecting it.
And,
If one is seen to be agonized...
THAT is the affect the game player expects!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cheap Date
wasted youth on
being wasted
tasting the lips of liars
with checkered pasts
playing the game
not playing the game
being game
taming
the shrew
I liked to shop
hunting for bargains
hunting for game
game over
he was no bargain
what is the price
you'll pay?
at what cost?
poem by L.K. Thayer
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Musical Chairs
People who accuse others of lieing,
When their entire lives have been based upon...
Well,
Delusional comforts!
And other conveniences to keep truth,
A distant entity.
Are reasons why those in most communities,
Have difficulty achieving unity.
Honesty is treated,
As if everyone is attending a masquerade party.
And trading masks as if a game of musical chairs,
Is being played.
And those chairs...
Instead of a subtraction done?
When the music stops?
They are added to accomodate those joining the charade.
And that's how that game is played today.
With many folks getting tired of this,
To leave the party and their costumes behind!
They prepare for new days to approach.
Knowing they have to come!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Brand New Game
Saw you talk near the slots
And I got a brand new game
Running down the alley with an hour you bought
From a man with no last name
Like an idiot animal
Too stupid to shame
Got a brand new game
Got a brand new, brand new game
Got a brand new game
Got a brand new game
Ape man in a cave
Painting on the wall
Nothings gonna keep the visions menacing glances
And nothing thats got it all
From gazing over to where hope sleeps
Artificially small
Like a beast to tame
Got a brand new game
Got a brand new, brand new game
Got a brand new game
Got a brand new game
Now monkey is alright?
Come on
Ones never enough, twos always a crowd
I got a mindful scoping the slide?
And a glass side nature mane?
Everythings impossible
Theres nothing to do
But oppose this road remain?
Push the point to oblivion
And keep turning the plane
Got a brand new game
Got a brand new, brand new game
Got a brand new game
Got a brand new game
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More Supportive
Most of them fear truth.
And they are doing the best they can,
To keep it from becoming popular.
Especially those who believe they can control it,
With an imposing of their shallow interpretations.
But then again,
When taking conditioned mindsets for what they are...
It is best to keep children fantasized,
For their entire lives.
They are more supportive in the excusing of misdeeds.
As long as they are kept pleased and delusioned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Redundant To Play
If manipulation was not prioritized,
In most people's lives...
As something daily to do,
For them to get accomplished...
None of this would exist,
As a representation of reality.
And who has not been used...
In one way or another,
To feel they have achieved 'something'?
How many have played a game,
Without first learning the rules?
That is why there are jobs for people to do.
And schools created to teach,
How best to elevate to higher levels...
Of personal satisfaction.
And one's peace of mind is only recognized,
When the game gets too redundant to play.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Weak and Much Flawed
Not only was the game played,
By your rules.
Those that played,
Stifled their own created visions...
To do what you wished,
Exactly your way.
And now you say,
What has been done...
Were mistakes you laid,
And should have been interpreted...
From thoughts you did not reveal.
Because what has been obtained,
Has for you no appeal.
However...
Not only was the game played,
By your rules.
Those that played,
Stifled their own created visions...
To do what you wished,
Exactly your way.
And now you say,
What has been done...
Were mistakes you laid,
And should have been interpreted...
From thoughts you did not reveal.
Is this because you are feeling used?
And you had desires to abuse?
Don't confuse the issue.
Sit back to use the tissues left.
Or take your tears...
To others more willing to open their ears.
And have no idea,
Your deceits are weak and much flawed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Played The Game Of Words For Years
I PLAYED THE GAME OF WORDS FOR YEARS
I played the game of words for years-
It did not bring me to Fame and Fortune-
I tried and tried,
But no one really cared for what I did.
Now I am quite old,
It appears I will never get to where I wanted to go,
I have sadness and regret for this,
But I doubt I can change it.
Life is not necessarily what we dream it will be
We strive,
But God may give us something different from what we hoped.
I am still alive
I am writing this now
I have had many years to write and try
I thank God for that.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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No Foul Game Please
Game is not only for win or loose,
game is essential to lift our mood.
Strengthens friendship, social ties
friendly play mutual trust multiplies.
Lot of amusement in tournaments
inter schools, states and nations
Will be playing inter-planetary matches
in ‘Galax-olympiads' future generations
Happier, healthier so successful,
positive energy and emotions,
playing in team teaches to help,
bond and spirit of co-operation.
But foul players spoil the games
harm others for own name and fame.
Seen some times in game of politics
people forget responsibilities and ethics.
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We Are That Game to Be Played
Against the tremendous magnitude,
Of 'this' part of the universe...
We will continuously pursue,
With persistence...
The insignificance of our existence.
To create a self importance.
Instead of enjoy with a caring,
What we now could share.
Before a nothingness of this experiment,
Goes away to replenish...
What was here before we came!
A feeding of a cosmos...
Determine to remain the same.
Allowing us to exist!
And not 'IT' as we insist!
We are that game to be played.
Not 'IT' to play to change.
No matter 'what' or 'who' we call upon to pray.
We are the game played!
And it is not the other way.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Game
I see you floating it constantly
You're making me feel like you and I could be real
But then you're flipping the game
You walk away and turn your back baby
Stop treading on me baby
Cos I'm mystified
And you know I've tried
I just can't get through to you
Chorus:
What you gonna do
I don't know
What you gonna say
I ain't sure
Always the same
All the time
Every day
Played my mind
I can't keep wasting my time on your game
Ain't no doubt about it x4
I've taken all that I can
I've given to you my all
But you don't seem to respond baby
Oh I can't stand all this waiting
Cos I can't stand all this waiting
Cos my patience is fading
Pretty soon I'll be gone
Let's rectify it
You can't deny it
The way that you feel for me
Tell me
Repeat Chorus
I can't keep wasting my time on your game
No more, no more
No more wasted time
Playing your game
I've seen this all before
Time and time, no way
Cos I'm mystified
You know that I've tried
I just can't get through to you
Repeat Chorus x2
I can't keep wasting my time on your game
No more, no more
No more wasted time
Playing your game
I've seen this all before
Time
Ain't no doubt about it x4
song performed by by Will Young
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The one game we all play
The one game we all play
We play games
To show our valour
And mainly to win
We do not mind going for coaching
If we feel we do not have the
Required strength to win
We play games
Either as a team or individual
The attempt is to demonstrate
That we are better talented
Than the team or member
Against whom we play
Nations enthuse people to play games
So that they add pride
Some games are played with
Gadgets and protective accessories
We have spectators to watch
The way we play
We have umpires and referees
Who ensure rules of the games
Are strictly adhered
And it is all a fair play
We play games indoor or outdoor
We play games in daylight
Or under artificial illumination
We score while playing
And the score achieved by a team or individual
In a specific time
Decides the winner
We telecast the games
We comment on the strengths and weaknesses
Of a team or individual
We conduct national and international
Tournaments to declare a team or individual
As champion
Irrespective of skills, race, gender
We all play a game
Which is played mainly to lose
It is an individual game
With no specific rules
With no umpire
With no spectator
With no commentator
With no TV coverage
With no scores
With no trophies
With no victory stands
With no top scorer
With no “player of the match”
But we play
Most of us like to play this game
Indoor and in closed doors
Decency and civilized ways
Do not allow this game being played in the open
There is no season for this game
It can be played any part of the day
And any part of the year
Summer, winter, monsoon seasons
Have no bearing on this game
The one requirement in this game is
Complete transparency and intimacy
Rules for this game
Vary from individual to individual
Rules also get refined
With the experience of the players
There are no restrictions to employ
Any method as both the players
Are determined to be the loser
Duration of play depends again
On the individuals
The game ends
Most often to the satisfaction
Of the both the players
In other games players declare
That they are retiring from playing
There is no retirement in this game
As players advance in age
They understand it is more a mind game
Outcome of this game
Are further more players
You guessed it right
It is the game of love
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